Trees pose no barriers to a blizzard, so too it was with Snow. She flew through the branches, an owl in daytime.

Whistling songs echoed through't the brush, songs of hope and forgiveness. Her sapphire eyes glistened.

Scent
Another Scent
Where?

Throwing glances as hard as snowballs in all directions, she discovered she had been trailed like a deer being analysed for weakness.

Dusty, the wolf was, dusty with snow and dusty with fur. Snow knew them well, and now her head fell.

She knew who this wolf was.

The pack Omega.

The Omega grinned at her, yapping and rolling over. As a sterile wolf, they had had a tough time in the pack.

And they had a chance to leave it, leave the taunts, the beatings, the starvation.

Snow could not decline the poor wolf, for their flank was as bumpy as a trees bark and their howl as hoarse as one.

It appeared she now had a companion.